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"You're right. I love looking at that hot rack of yours." 

After rolling a condom on, Allie straddles me again. She positions herself so that she's hovering directly over me, taking her time lowering herself down on my rock-hard shaft. I moan with pleasure when I'm completely submerged inside her. I love the way her pussy feels. Her walls clench and hug me tight, then release, intensifying the whole experience.

Allie teases me with her slow, languid movements, up down, up down, then back and forth. I let her play, enjoying being deep inside her. Deeper than I've ever been. Literally. Figuratively. I relinquish full control and let her have her way with me.

Her skin is damp with sweat when she finally reaches her climax. That's when I take over, holding her hips tight as I pump in and out from beneath her. Once her orgasm subsides, it leads almost immediately into another. Knowing she's satisfied, at least for the moment, I allow my release to overtake me.

Allie collapses on my chest, and I swear if we could stay like this forever, I'd go without food or water and die a happy man never moving from this spot. I stroke her hair while I catch my breath. My eyelids are heavy with sleep.     

"Allie," I whisper. She barely moves and I wonder if she's drifted off already. If she did, it only makes what I have to say easier. If she didn't, she'll know beyond a shadow of a doubt what just happened between us, everything that's happened between us, is real. It always has been.

"You matter to me, Aleena. You matter more than any woman ever did, and I don't ever want to lose you."

 

Chapter 18

Allie

I'm preoccupied. All day. Every day. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, my mind drifts to Jagger. To his sexy smile. His perfectly chiseled body. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I start the engine of the rented Camaro, my interim car, until I can decide what I want and buy a new one. Now that Dad and Beverly are home, I can't use their cars whenever I please, so Jagger convinced me to rent one, and then he promised to take me car shopping this weekend.

I have to stop myself from jumping up in the air as I leave the bed and breakfast. Even with thoughts of Jagger threatening to derail me at every moment, I did it! I nailed the second meeting with Carmine Salvatore, and now I can't stop smiling. As excited as I am about this, I know the real reason I can't wipe the smile off my face. Tonight Jagger and I are going to "out" ourselves.

I reach for my phone before I pull away and dial Jagger's number.

"Hey sunshine, how'd it go?"

"Amazing!" I answer. "Not only is Mr. Salvatore hiring me to renovate the look of this bed and breakfast, he loved my ideas so much, he said he wants me to update his three other bed and breakfasts as well."

"Congratulations. I knew you'd do it. You know what that means, don't you?"

"What?"

"We have a lot to celebrate tonight."

My stomach tumbles at the mention of tonight. It's a funny feeling of anticipation and excitement bunched up together. 

"Jagger."

"Yes, beautiful."

The sizzle that surrounds us when we're together shoots through the airwaves and into my phone. I want to say something to express what I'm feeling for him right now, the excitement, the contentment. But I can't. The words don't come. They evade me.

The silence between us stretches and branches out, growing like Jack's magic beanstalk. Still I'm silent. I don't know if he can sense how awkward I feel as a result. I need to say
something
.
Anything
.

"I can't wait until everyone knows."

"Me either, but it's the afterparty with you that I'm most looking forward to."

My body tingles at his words with the memory of his touch, of his body pressed against mine. Each night Jagger waits until the house is quiet and sneaks into my bedroom. The other night, Beverly came knocking on my door to make sure everything was okay. I hid Jagger in my closet as she explained that a strange noise woke her and led her to my room.

With sweat beading my brow, I claimed I had a nightmare and the screaming woke me up.

"Wait until my mother realizes that "noise" she heard was me making you squeal," Jagger teased when we heard her bedroom door close.

I hated lying to her, but we weren't ready to confess. At least
I
wasn't ready, especially not with Jagger still hot and hard in his post-sex glory. I think Bev would've
screamed
, alerting my father. Stepson or not, Dad would've kicked Jagger out of the house right then and there in nothing but his birthday suit.

"Are you nervous?" I ask.

"No reason to be. We're adults. What can they do to us? Take away our cars? We own them, they don't. Send us to our rooms?"

"They can tell you to leave."

"Yeah, and? Did you forget my apartment is fine? I can go back anytime I want. Then you can come stay with me. They have nothing to say about what happens there. We can eat breakfast then bang on the kitchen table if we want, and no one can say shit but you and me."

He's right. I know he is. "I'm still not sure this is the right thing."

Things are easy without anyone knowing. Once they know, everything between us is going to get a whole lot more complicated. But he's worth whatever trouble follows. That much I know.

"Allie," his voice drops. "I can't wait until later."

*

"You know, I've never seen my son happier," Beverly says as we set the table.

"That's good," I answer as nonchalantly as I can. The truth is I want to hear whatever Jagger's mother has to say about him. I hate knowing I have the one person that knows everything about him right here at my disposal, completely unguarded, and yet I can't ask too many questions without raising an eyebrow.

"He's definitely been hit by the bug."

"What bug?" I ask, nervous that he might be coming down with something.

"The love bug," she clarifies with a smile.

Oh
. I feel my face heat up. Shit, it's not just my face. My whole body feels like it just caught fire. Did she say that because she knows? Because she suspects?

"I'm sure that's happened often enough through the years," I say, feigning casual conversation. "He's probably always had girls falling at his feet."

"Actually, you'd be surprised. Yes, many girls passed through our doors."
Great
, just the visual I need. "I could tell they were
very
taken with him. But I never saw any real interest on his side. At least none that lasted for more than a few weeks. But I can tell this girl is different."

"Maybe you should wait until you see how he interacts with her." I clear my throat, hating that I'm lying, that I'm not admitting it's
me.
"You know, before you make any conclusions."

"I don't have to. Some things a mother just knows." I nod in response, hoping beyond hope that she's right. "Oh, Aleena."

"Yes, Bev?" I hold my breath. This is it. The moment she's going to confront me about being Jagger's mystery girl, about having sex with him in the room across from hers every night this week. Shit, shit, shit. Okay, I can do this. Sure, I'd prefer to be holding his hand while his mother laces into me, but it's okay. I'll face the music by myself. I want to let it out already.

"My son isn't the only one that deserves some happiness around here." I swallow hard. She knows. That comment confirms that she knows. "You deserve to get your own special dose of it as well."

"Thanks," I say, holding my breath, waiting for what comes next.

Beverly looks me up and down. Wonderful, just wonderful. Now she's sizing me up. Judging whether or not I look good enough to be seen with her son.

"By the way, that dress looks stunning on you."

"Thank you," I answer, mildly relieved.

"I'm sure he'll love it."

"Excuse me?" My heart stops, and her smile widens.

"I'm sure he'll love it," Beverly repeats at the same time the doorbell rings. I don't know if I was just saved by the bell or if it signaled the firing squad to raise their guns.

"I'll get the door, dear. You get your father, he's out back watering a new tree he planted today."

Planting trees, huh? That's good. He always found yard work to do when his pressure was up. Having a calm, level-headed father find out about Jagger and me is much better than an uptight, strung-out Dad. Maybe that's the reason he planted the tree to begin with. Because Beverly shared her suspicions with him.

"Hey, Dad," I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Time to come in."

"Fine," he growls, sounding annoyed that I disturbed him. "I'll be right there."

"Okay," I answer, feeling like I was just dismissed.

"Aleena."

I look back.

"You look radiant."

"Thank you." I smile in response. I've worn this dress a handful of times since living with them. Never once did they comment on how I looked in it. It's not how I'm dressed on the outside that's capturing everyone's attention. It's a reflection of how I feel on the inside.  

I flit back into the house, walking on air. I can't wait to see Jagger and throw myself in his arms. Maybe that's how we'll let them know. I greet him with a great big hug and kiss.

With my eyes downcast, the corners of my lips curl up into a smile, anticipating the moment our eyes meet and the fireworks explode. I hear multiple voices coming from the living room and my stomach tightens. It sounds like...it can't be. I take in the small crowd and my smile vanishes. My shoulders slump and I want to throw up. The good feeling is gone.

Clenching my jaw, I stomp over to the small gaggle of guests, barely acknowledging Troy and Marlena. Thank goodness Mia is nowhere in sight, this way she can't deter me. I reach out and grab the other man in the room by the wrist.

He allows me to pull him a few feet away before turning his full attention to me and trying to light me up with that megawatt smile of his. The smile he used to get his way with me for years. Little does he know his smile dimmed a long time ago and has no effect on me any longer.

"Wow! You look gorgeous."

"Leave. Now."

Bailey cocks his head to the side and gives me the once over with heat in his eyes. "I miss you, Allie."

"I don't miss you." I poke my finger into his chest. "And I want you to leave."

"Not before we talk," he says, taking my hand and pulling me into him.

"We have nothing to talk about," I push out of his grasp. "Just go away and forget me."

"I can't. I love you, Allie."

"If you really love me, you'll leave."

"How can I leave you?" he asks, cupping my face.

"Touch me again and I'm going to kick you so hard you'll be burping on your balls."

"We need to talk and since your new mama invited me over for dinner, I'm not going anywhere."

"Why? Why would she do that?"

"When I came looking for you earlier, she thought this would be the perfect venue for us to spend some time together. I agreed since you've been ignoring my calls and I can't talk to you any other way."

"Fuck." I wring my hands. Beverly doesn't know. She doesn't have a clue. I need to get Bailey the hell out of here before Jagger arrives. "Look, I'm sorry you wasted your time. She made a mistake. Now turn your sorry ass around and get out of here."

"Seeing you is never a waste of time," he says, extending his hand and stroking my hair while leaning in and whispering in my ear. "Come on, give me another chance."

I don't hear him enter the room. I don't need to. My body is so in tune with Jagger, I feel him. I smell him as the scent of his spicy cologne wafts over to me. To make matters worse, Bailey's looking behind me with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asshole apparently got the effect he was looking for.

I push Bailey away. "I said don't touch me!" Gathering up the courage to face Jagger, I turn slowly.

My heart stutters when I see him standing inside the front door in jeans and a black, short-sleeved button down shirt, holding a bouquet of flowers. His hair is still damp. He must have gone back to his apartment to shower and change. As if I didn't already know how much this meant to him.

A stone cold look masks Jagger's face. His eyes hold no emotion. It's like the warm, loving man I've come to know has disintegrated and this empty vessel has been left in his place. A chill spreads through me when I realize he won't even look at me. He's looking above me, beyond me, but not at me.

"Jagger!" Beverly calls out before I can make a move or say anything. "You're here!"

With Mia in her arms, she has all the excitement of a mother who hasn't seen her son in weeks or months instead of a few hours. Beverly rushes over, places Mia on the ground, and throws her arms around Jagger the way I want to. He doesn't move. He barely acknowledges his mother's presence.

My throat is closing. It's hard to breathe.

Bailey slips his arm around my shoulder and speaks to me, but I'm not listening. I'm paralyzed by Jagger's reaction or lack thereof. My stomach churns. I have no idea how to make this better.

"So, where is she?" Troy teases, joining the welcoming committee. "Did she come to her senses and stand you up?"

"Yeah. Pretty much." Jagger answers, his voice flat.

Tears sting my eyes as I shake my head.
No, Jagger, I'm right here. Don't do this.

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean it."

Jagger nods, and for the first time, his eyes meet mine. "What can I say? This whole family thing must've scared her off. I guess the feelings were one-sided."

"No," I whisper. "Bailey, get off me!" I slink away from him.

"Here, Mom," he kisses her on the cheek and hands her the flowers. "These are for you."

Oh. Hell. No! I'm not letting this simmer and burn inside him. He's the best thing to ever happen to me, and I'm not about to let him slip through my fingers. I move to approach Jagger, but Bailey positions himself between us. He's using his body to block me.

"Jagger," I say, clearing my throat. "Can I speak to you in the kitchen?"

"No." His tone is short. Clipped. Something sharp twists in my chest, like a knife through my heart.

"I only need a minute." He ignores me.

"Sorry. If you'll all excuse me, I need to go take care of something." My heart sinks like a lead boulder as he heads toward the guest room. The room he's made his over the last three weeks. The room I won't be able to even look at if he doesn't give me a chance to explain.

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